Trees around me speak so loud,
sunny rain and dancing cloud.
My fingertips touch the flowerland.
Inside the miracle of nature i stand.

Oh, my garden, such a museum,
living statues dancing with the wind.
Roses, dandelions, fairies and lilium
palm and orange trees, pines all so kind.

Although like statues they stand,
they've got soul inside.
And in this colorful land,
i see that nature has an archaeological side.

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Written on 2020-07-02 at 14:28

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i always like and appreciate glimpses of other places, other colors, other trees, other lives. thank you.
2020-07-04 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This makes me miss being around trees and nature more. Where I live is not full-fledged urban city, so there are still many trees around, but still, it's urban enough to make it feel like there aren't enough. I love the forest, the trees, hearing nature busy around me, hearing the trees' leaves rustling gently in the breezes. All the sounds and sights and life around. I love gardens, too. Really liked "My fingertips touch the flowerland" - gives me a really nice sense of delicate beauty. This is such a pleasant moment you describe, getting me to think on all these wonderful thoughts. Very nice, thanks.

bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Sweet how you depict the beautiful nature around. :)